Finally someone loves me
Finally someone cares
Finally I'm not screaming
For someone to reach out and tell me
"I know you're not ok"
Because I'm getting tired of pretending
I want to cry into his shoulder
And tell him everything that's wrong
I will tell him about the tears, cuts, skipped meals, and nasty thoughts
Because someone finally cares enough to listen to my fears
YOU ARE READING
Am I Good Enough Now?
PoetryDepression really sucks, and believe me I would know. So these are the poems of what goes on in my mind, even if I don't say them out loud. Sorry if you don't like them. *Trigger warning*
